These tidbits are in
the order they popped into my mind – after WBEZ radio host Jerome McDonnell challenged me to think about highlights from my work and mission. Perhaps there’s some subconscious meaning lurking in the order they popped up in.
I write them for anyone who wrestles with decisions about
free time, careers, life goals, and such Lofty Considerations. They're also about ecology, fun, and happiness.
When Rolland
Eisenbeis said “yes”
I yelled and jumped up and down as soon as I hung up the
phone. Sometime in 1977, I had written the Forest Preserve District and offered
to help. Their prairies were obviously dying. They didn’t seem to recognize how
precious a heritage they owned.
Their first response letter had turned down my offer. But I kept asking, with a
smile on my face, and encouraging others to ask. Was I politically smart, trying to form a constituency? I approached people who might have influence – and community
groups near the preserves. I gave slideshows, and tours, and encouraged folks to send supporting
letters to the Forest Preserve District. One day, lawyer and tour-attendee Charlotte Adelmann called to say
“congratulations.” I asked, “For what?” She said, “You didn’t know? Superintendent
of Conservation Roland Eisenbeis at the Forest Preserves answered my letter. He
said, yes. You can do it." Perhaps lawyer Adelmann knew how to write a good letter.
She gave me the phone number. I called Eisenbeis, scared,
eager, trying fiercely to have a calm and level-headed exchange with him. Eisenbeis in the end said I could organize a group to cut brush and plant nearby-gathered rare
prairie seeds. We would call it the
North Branch Prairie Project. I probably uttered, “yes, sir” a hundred times. He
was willing to give us a try, on an experimental basis. I foresaw hard work, relished it, and glowed for
weeks. I saw adventure, experiment, and a worthy future.
My first burn.
At Searles Prairie in Rockford. Learning from experts. A
well-organized team can totally control where a fire goes and where it doesn't. Learning to lead is
exhilarating, challenging, and has elements in common with learning to drive a
car (or change a baby, or conduct a symphony). It’s not easy at first. You have to pay attention to many different components at the same time as you make rapid decisions. Most
people could become competent at it, with practice. Perhaps few people would be
outstanding when conditions are most complicated. You need to be a good judge
of skills and coordinator of people. You need to understand the biology of the
ecosystem and the physics of fire.
First you shield everything that needs protection, using backfires. I learned that day that ducks fly into ponds in the middle of the burn area –
and hawks cruise the fire line – because unlike the cartoon animals in Bambi,
many see fire as a cafeteria. Toasted grasshoppers rule. I learned that burns with
thirty foot flames are dramatic, but comprehensible. We controlled them.
Prof. Robert Betz (white shirt) supervises a controlled burn - and educates the media. |
This moment was just a few years ago. An Illinois Native
Plant Society tour had taken us to Langham Island, one of the most important
ecological preserves in the state. When we stepped out of our canoes, confusion
transpired. I was appalled. The globally rare plants and famous ecosystem were
nowhere to be found. Managers had not burned for many years. How was it that no
one knew? But now, in my old age, and with fine colleagues, it was clear how to
start yet another little volunteer community, how to get approvals, how to make
the plan.
We came, we cut, we burned, we planned a better future for
Langham Island. Instead of Visions of Sugarplums, we had visions of restored
ecosystem dancing in the sun, dancing in our heads. Everyone glowed that day.
Poplar Creek kick-off
day
Another little group like the North Branch Prairie Project.
But the first place where the Forest Preserve District agreed to a Big New
Concept of collaboration. 200 acres of Poplar Creek Forest Preserve. I now was
Science and Stewardship Director for The Nature Conservancy and agreed to
recruit, train, and manage a major restoration including a high-quality prairie
nature preserve, 200 acres of former cornfields, and 60 acres of oak woodland.
We advertised as widely as we could. Would anyone come? (All previous groups
had assembled through the long, painstaking recruitment of a person or two a
month.)
Twenty serious people would have made me very happy. Eighty
showed up. I quickly found people to do versions of the tour I had expected to
lead. After an intro speech, I asked the crowd a question that seemed bold at
first: “There are too many people here to do what we planned. Are there individuals
here who’d be willing to help plan and lead this larger group?” A dozen people
raised their hands.
“Oh, wonderful,” I said. “Someone else will now take over
this MC work that I’m doing, and would those twelve people who raised your
hands meet me to plan next steps – by the tree off to the east there.”
I described the challenge and the potential to the heroic
dozen. One said, “I’ll do the newsletter.” Another said, “I can lead seed
gathering.” Another said, “I’ve done fire control with the U.S. Forest Service;
I can lead burns.” And yes, there would be bumps ahead, and, yes, a ton of
training and coordination. But it was clear that first day, 30 years ago, the
Poplar Creek Prairie Stewards (as they named themselves) would thrive. Now
hundreds of acres of tallgrass prairie and oak woodland plants, birds, frogs,
and all thrive with them. Glorious.
Victory around the big
table in the Founders’ Room at the Field Museum
By 1995 there were thousands of stewards working at hundreds
of sites. This new phenomenon/community was covered extensively by the national
and local media: newspapers, TV, magazines, and books. But I could see big potential
trouble on the horizon. We were over-extended. Throughout the state and region,
and especially in the Chicago suburbs, we were changing the landscape and
culture in a major way. And we were too innocent.
Well-meaning and generous (sometimes introverted) stewards
were coming into conflict with neighbors accustomed to dumping garbage in the
preserves, renegade mountain-bikers who for years had been wrecking certain
rare patches of ecosystem, equestrians similarly, businesses mowing or
squatting on the edges of preserve land, and many such special interests. Some
of these resentful people, though legally in the wrong, were starting to say,
“Who the hell are these hippies or whoever they are who think they can cut
trees down, and burn the place up, and who support the killing of deer, and
think they own the place?” They were assembling an organized opposition. We
needed more friends, more education, more strategy, and more clout.
Some of us cooked up the idea of a major collaboration to be
called “Chicago Wilderness.” Many of the leadership institutions of the region (previously
little involved in local conservation) would join together for support. After agonizing
years of prep, the leaders of 32 influential organizations (including Forest
Preserve Districts, federal and local government agencies, museums, zoos, and
conservation organizations) assembled around the Field Museum’s most elegant
table in its most elegant and private room (normally reserved for board
meetings).
Some influential not-for-profits resisted. They saw a Nature
Conservancy ploy to usurp a bigger share of the funding pie. But good science
and media coverage had convinced most that this was important. The president of
the Field Museum agreed to chair. All those little volunteer groups were on
their way to being an integral part of the region’s culture.
First potluck of the North Branch Prairie Project
Every weekend that first fall, I recruited and led whoever
came – to cut brush and gather seeds. During the first few weeks, sometimes
just a person or two showed. Sometimes a dozen. But we kept at it, and
gradually bonds grew.
Donna Jepson proposed, organized, and hosted a midwinter
potluck. At that ordeal, in Donna’s apartment, I learned something about
myself. I arrived borderline catatonic. This group was so important to me. I
feared disaster. I felt panic over my social incompetence. I tried to look
people in the eyes, smile, and make small talk. It seemed to be working. People
felt good toward each other and me. This group was becoming my family.
Was I required to make a speech, as the person who started
this? If so, could I avoid mistakes in tone or content? Was I capable, in my
cowering state? But then it became clear that no one required any speech from
me. We were friends. Other people were in charge of all that needed leadership.
We chilled together and looked forward to work starting again in spring. In
2018, we’ll have our 40th mid-winter potluck.
Being hired at Illinois
Nature Preserves Commission
Up until 1978, at 35 years old, I had never had a real job.
Oh, I had done manual work in a steel mill, delivered newspapers, had volunteer
positions for peace and civil rights, and did my best in a shaky environmental
not-for-profit where part of my job was to raise my own salary ($95/week). But
I’d never had a serious job which my long-suffering parents might think worthy
of their support for my college education.
The Nature Preserves Commission admired my volunteer work
and hired me for a real job. I was at last an adult normal person, sort of,
with wonderful colleagues and an inspiring respectable mission.
Publishing Chicago
Wilderness magazine
Just as it was hard to convince the assembled CEOs to launch
Chicago Wilderness the coalition, it was harder to later convince them to
support a magazine. Some delegates insisted that their agencies had tried it,
and it didn’t work. Others seemed almost jealous of those of us working full
time at this, having too many successes. Or perhaps they worried about “emperor
has no clothes” articles, about their institution’s “failings” or “needs.” Might
we rock the boat? So many approvals would be needed that dullness would be
guaranteed.
We reached out and assembled a separate magazine board that would
be too difficult to say “no” to. The four key members were the Director of the
Brookfield Zoo, the Director of the Chicago Botanic Garden, the publications
and outreach Vice President of the Field Museum, and the assistant director of
the DuPage County Forest Preserve District. North Branch volunteer (and
professional magazine writer) Debra Shore became editor. The region’s best
photographers supplied inspiring artwork.
Before long the magazine had sixteen thousand subscribers
and was sold at supermarket counters and bookstores throughout the region. It lasted
six powerful years until it finally succumbed to the same kind of politics that
almost thwarted it in the first place. But, in the meantime, it tickled and
empowered so many.
Leading my first fire
The North Branch Prairie Project was thriving, but the
prairies themselves desperately needed burns. Forest Preserve District staff
had done a few, rarely. They felt guilty about that, and they took a bold step.
Since I was now an employee of the Illinois Nature Preserves Commission, and
since the INPC had from time to time led burns for the Cook Forest Preserves,
perhaps I could just lead them myself.
Thus a 100% volunteer (plus me) fire crew was born. I
trained them on the spot. They were quick learners and a fine team. One FPD
staffer showed up at the beginning, the regional Superintendent. He was a gruff
but great guy. Yet I feared he’d freak at the thirty-foot flames in the later
stages of effective fires. So I stalled and stalled. I kept finding patches to
make “test burns” and made sure those patches consisted of fuels that would
barely burn. I kept telling him that we needed to wait longer for the humidity
to drop a bit more. He was a busy guy with not a lot of patience for standing
around. Finally he said, “Okay, I gotta go.”
We completed secure firebreaks and sent the wall of healing
flame over the center of the site. We all felt like we’d painted a masterpiece
of ecology.
Two speeches in
London
Our work was so far out ahead that I got invited to speak
widely at conferences. The most impressive was the one at the Royal Botanic
Garden at Kew, London. Kew for generations had been a world center of botany
and ecology. New leaders from every continent were the audience. I was one of
the few without learned degrees and was awed to be in this crowd. We quickly
discovered that our conceptions of conservation were so incomprehensibly different
that we’d have made an Ecological Tower of Babel, except for us being all so
earnest and eager to learn from each other.
Many of us gave sessions. But on the last day, the
conference organizer sidled up to me and alerted me that he was going to call
on me to give one of the summary closing talks. I was eager to get back and
tell the Chicago team. The world appreciates us.
White fringed orchids
My first orchid experiments started alone with some
toothpicks and a Styrofoam cup that I’d found lying around the edge of a nearby
horse trail. Five years later, when an entomologist congratulated me for the
orchids he’d found at my planting site, I raced up to see them. He’d said the
showy devils would be visible nearly from the parking lot, I could find them
nowhere.
In time we’d learn: they take five years to flower from seed;
then the deer eat most of them; but we could invent solutions to their many
problems. We’d restore them by the hundreds, and then they could take their
place in nature without us.
On the way to that success, the U.S. Fish & Wildlife
Service adopted our model as part of the global recovery plan for the species. Favorite
moment? Yes every year there were a few, off in some blooming, waving, singing
prairie – realizing that thousands of orchids on scores of sites were now
intermeshed with scores of generous stewards, all optimistic about good futures.
Found Mead list at
Crerar
In the dusty stacks of the John Crerar Library at the
University of Chicago are old books that I thought might save me from
intellectual abuse.
We had claimed that our team was gradually restoring a lost
landscape. The black soil savanna had been one of the richest ecosystems of North
America, but being most dependent on regular burning, it was also one of the
first to disappear. Academic sources said that no list of original savanna
plant species was known. In the absence of such a list, some experts said, our
experiments were meaningless.
But Chicago winters are cold, and perhaps some library held,
somewhere, the needed list of plants. My first full day at the Crerar turned up
nothing much. On my second day, I checked through an 1846 issue of The Prairie
Farmer. Articles described how to make fences without trees, best recipes for compost
heaps, how to drain fields of excess water. But then there came “Catalogue of
Plants Growing Spontaneously in the State of Illinois.” The unique feature of
Dr. Mead’s list is that he put letters after each species name, indicating
whether it grew in forest (T for timber), prairie (P of course), or various
other habitats one of which was B for barrens, a name that was sometimes used
for savanna.
Sadly, challengingly, I recognized only a few of the names
on his list. But scientific names change over a century and a half, so I
started tracking down the modern names for those plants. Sure enough, again and
again, these were the same plants our field research found flourishing when we
worked to restore savanna. This list was a Rosetta Stone for, not just a language,
but a revivable whole ecological community. Wow! And wow!
Our Savanna
Conference of 1993
It was time for this savanna work to become respectable.
Fortunately, North Branch Prairie Project volunteer Karen Holland was now an
influential staffer with the U.S.E.P.A. – and a person who took bold
initiative. She rounded up resources and announced an expert conference to clarify
definitions, strategies, and priorities for savanna conservation. Pretty much
everyone who knew savanna and oak woods trees, herbs, birds, and other biota
flocked to this conference. It was a first of its kind, as EPA was new to this
role, and the field was new, and we all set out to compile an Ecosystem
Recovery Plan (perhaps the first of those?).
The New York Times science writer William K. Stevens would
write it up, as he was in the audience, laboring to complete a book (Miracle
Under the Oaks) that focused on our restoration work. From professors,
conservation organization leaders, on-the-ground land managers – many needed
perspectives put shoulders to a common wheel and did, indeed, forge that
recovery plan. Good job.
“A roomful of
greatness”
This is a quote from Brian Seinfelt, a young fellow whose
day job was delivering supplies to vending machines, but who had discovered
ecological restoration and was devoting his free time to it.
He attended the “awards” event that we organized every
second year at the banquet hall of the Brookfield Zoo. A dozen or twenty people
would be featured for inspired work. We’d read a thumbnail of their story, as
they came forward to shake hands with someone important, receive their plaque
and applause, and realize there’d be a big story about them and the ecosystem
they stewarded in their local (and sometimes regional) newspaper.
I was sitting at the same table with Brian, as was Gerould
Wilhelm, famous author of Plants of the Chicago Region. Elected leader (later to
be US. Rep. Mike Quigley) gave the kick-off talk. Beloved mentor Professor
Robert F. Betz was surrounded by admirers early on, but as the evening
developed, wonderful people from every table glowed, as they’d been bathed with
applause during their honors walks.
Suddenly Brian blurted out, “I’m in a roomful of greatness.”
He pegged it. We all felt it. It was good.
Merenovicz says yes
to Bartel
No one wanted to admit how important this was. For two
years, no trees were being thinned to improve the quality of long-suffering
prairies or oak woods – because of Cook County President John Stroger’s
“moratorium” – resulting from politics too complicated for this brief account.
Some of us had helped the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers to
wring $8,000,000 out of Material Services Corporation to end a lawsuit on
environmental evils. Those funds became available through the Openlands Project
for restoration. None were going to Cook County because of the complicated
moratorium.
Marianne Hahn, president of Thorn Creek Audubon, had
documented the decline of breeding prairie birds at what the birders called
Bartel Grassland. We begged Director of Resource Management Chris Merenovicz to
consider possible solutions. He visited the site with representatives of the
major conservation groups (I was Chicago region Audubon director at the time).
Merenovicz was no push-over. Indeed he was about as tough and firm as a public
official can get. But the arguments made sense to him. Finally he said, yes, he
could approve this. But they had no staff and no money for it. If we could find
the money to hire contractors, he’d approve it.
Openlands accepted the concept the next day. I’d wondered if
Merenovicz had thought seriously about how this would fit with the moratorium on
cutting trees. But he barely skipped a beat. He said, “We’ll do this as bird
habitat improvement. Not restoration.” Yes. And the good response to that good
work meant the moratorium on tree cutting for restoration was over. Millions of
dollars of restoration later, Bartel is a major destination for birders.
Bobolinks galore. Plenty of harriers and short-eared owls too.
Similar funding at Orland Grassland, Spring Creek, Deer
Grove and other sites is restoring woodlands, savannas, prairies, and wetlands
vastly beyond what volunteers alone could do. This stuff makes a difference.
Coyotes and deer at the Orland Grassland. With community support, biodiversity conservation sites are getting bigger. photo by Jeanne Muellner Stacey |
Nachusa Grasslands
big vision approved (and I don’t get fired)
Our TNC regional director in Minneapolis told me that our
Illinois Director would fire me if I went against him on this, and the region
would back him up.
Colleague Paul Dye and I had launched the first eastern
tallgrass prairie project that could be big enough to support most prairie
animals, including bison, perhaps, some day. Our director was, how shall I say,
not fond of the volunteer program, or that project, or me. Twice a proposal to
fund the full project was put on the agenda for our board meeting, and twice it
was pulled off at the last minute.
Then it was scheduled for a meeting when I’d be away on vacation.
I incurred expense to change tickets and bookings so I could be at that
meeting. Then someone pointed out to me that the financials for the meeting
showed what looked like a cooking of the books, suggesting that the projects I
was associated with were out of funds. My closest colleague was to be fired
(clearly in place of me, as the director had tried that earlier, but the board
resisted).
In explicit violation of what our regional director told me,
I called our board president and asked if I could talk with him confidentially.
He said, “It depends on what you have to say.” Instantly I realized how
obviously right his response was, and that it was time to throw caution to the
winds.
I walked to Donnelley Publishing, where Charlie Haffner III,
our board chair, was the CEO. We had our discussion. During my walk home,
horrifyingly unexpectedly to me, he called our regional director. Following
that, the fellow who wanted to fire me apparently had a fight with the regional
director. He boycotted our board meeting. He was put on probation. The board
enthusiastically approved the full Nachusa project. I was made acting director.
(Somebody had to do it.) (But it’s sure not what I enjoy or am good at.) Today
bison graze among thrilling biodiversity at Nachusa.
Savanna blazing star
recognized as a species
For years I’d puzzled over a beautiful plant, hidden in a
few obscure places, that didn’t match the technical descriptions in the texts.
I’d brought it up from time to time with Floyd Swink and Gerould Wilhelm, the
region’s reigning botanists. Both said, forget it. The blazing stars are
difficult. Probably just a hybrid.
But the savanna was emergng as a lost ecosystem. Savanna-like
fragments were exactly where it grew. Wilhelm finally said he’d work on it if
I’d provide him with proper dried herbarium specimens from the known
populations along with lists of other species that grew nearby. I did it. Wilhelm
and Marlin Bowles struggled and determined that this was a species hitherto
unknown in the state and missing from all its books. (Well, it turned out, not
completely unknown. S.B. Mead had included it in his 1846 list. But, like that
list, it had been forgotten until now.) Soon this species, now called the
savanna blazing star, was on the Illinois Threatened List, in all new books,
and getting the restoration help it needed. Sweet.
First board meeting
of Society of Ecological Restoration
What we were doing in Illinois was new. But other people
were doing related stuff in California. Bill Jordan at the University of
Wisconsin Arboretum began publishing a journal (now “Ecological Restoration”
but then the humble “Restoration and Management Notes”).
Bill and the California folks took the lead in proposing a
conference to launch the equivalent of the American Medical Association, but
for ecosystem health. We would need a board. I got suggestions wherever I could
and found expert and willing folks from Florida, Massachusetts, Texas,
California, and representative states in between. It was such a pleasure to
listen to these people and assemble the slate that would become our first
board. We set something in motion that now spans the planet.
The end? Or what
comes next?
This post is nine pages long on my computer. I hope it was
readable as “a story.” Would it have been better if I’d cut a lot out? Perhaps
others could make use of some parts as they write other stories and histories.
Actually, some parts are hardly true without added details
and, especially, the other people who did as much or more than I in all these
mini-stories. Especially lost is the “community wellspring.” So, I suppose,
I’ll try, sometime, to do an expanded version too. But you don’t have to read
it.
For Jerome’s full quote, that started all this, see “Comments”
at http://woodsandprairie.blogspot.com/2017/12/wait-wait-i-meant-to-say.html
Steve, the stories are a great legacy and I am pleased that you took the time to write them down and share them with all. This post brings out an important truth about ecological restoration. People are inspired by restoration because these stories keep happening. The names change, the sites are different, the challenges are in constant flux, but the stories and the people who live them continue.
ReplyDeleteMark, thanks for the wise thoughts. You, Barbara, and George would be wise to write down as much Ted Stone Preserve history as you can. Like you say, deeply important, especially years down the road.
ReplyDeleteThank you for this, Steve. Great stories, and the timeline narrative helps put together many threads that show how far-reaching this work has been and continues to be.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Stephen, for sharing these important and engaging stories. And, mostly, thank you as always for your inspiring work!
ReplyDeleteYes, great to write this down. Short version important to get started. Long version needed to know our history.
ReplyDeleteSomeone should write down the story about the collaborations between Floyd Swink, Gerould Wilhelm, and Bill McKnight (from Indiana Academy of Sciences), and what influence Bob Betz, if any, had on them. Curious minds want to know!
ReplyDeleteNice recollections. So many things happen in life that influence the future (which at this point in partially the past), it is good to make a list of which seemed most meaningful. Ecological Restoration is now part of the FPCC thinking and many other groups as well.
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